puddingmouse wrote:
I drink pints of real ale when I'm drinking properly.
I only sometimes drink halves because the pills I'm on won't let me drink much alcohol. Nothing to do with my chromosomes.
Yer making me feel like a sexist pillock, which I'm sure was the intention.
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You're suitably excused.
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It's strawberry beer, and it was actually a bit too beery for my taste. I prefer strawberry cider really.
Did I ever tell you about the most brilliantest strawberry cider I ever had in Canada? Nearly 9% it was. Brilliant. Got me sloshed alright. And it was only 2pm in the afternoon. Northerners and alcohol.
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But I like my girly frothy drinks in big pint glasses.
What would constitute a "girly frothy drink"? A bit of Babycham? A pint of lager - presumably some of that Foster's muck? I always have to laugh a bit whenever I see big men ordering that, because it tastes of, well, nowt.
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And yes, some pork scratchings would go down a treat.
That's the sort of lady I can get on with. I'm sure we would get on a treat.
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Fancy a game of darts?
(massively loses his cool and comes down in a cold sweat)
I'm hugely dyspraxic. I can try, and you can bring the pub down with your constant, humiliating cackling.
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Orange isn't a real colour you know. It's purely imaginary, invented by some stoned Nederlanders.
What's it really called then? Yellowred? Nothing wrong with orange.